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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.