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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
PIL,
Lyres,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
JFA,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.