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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.