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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Technova,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
cv313,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.