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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.