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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.