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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.