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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.