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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Nas to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
X-102,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.