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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.