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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.