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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.