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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.