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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.