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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.