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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.