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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.