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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.