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 Oman 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.