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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.