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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.