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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.