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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Camouflage,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.