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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.