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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.