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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.