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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.