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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Pole,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.