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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.