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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.