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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.