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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.