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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.