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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.