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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.