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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
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.