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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Can,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.