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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.