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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.