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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.