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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.