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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.