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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.