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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.