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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Nico,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.