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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.