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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.