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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.