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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.