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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.