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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.