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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Hoover,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.