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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.