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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Wire,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.