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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.