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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.