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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Index,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.