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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.