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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.