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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.