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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.