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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.