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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.