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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.