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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.