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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.