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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.