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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.