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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.