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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Crime,
the Association,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.