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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.