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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.