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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Gong,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.