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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.