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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.