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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.