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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Monks,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.