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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.