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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.