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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.