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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.