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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.