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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.