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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Nico,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.