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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Can,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.