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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.