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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.