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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.