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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Arkestra,
JFA,
Aswad,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.