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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.