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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.