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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.