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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.