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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.