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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.