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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.