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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.