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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.