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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.