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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.