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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.