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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.