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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.