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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.