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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.