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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.