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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.