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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.