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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.