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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.