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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.