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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.