Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Can,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.