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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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.