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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.