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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.