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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.