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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.