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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.