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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.