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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.