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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.