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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.