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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Television,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.