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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.