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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.