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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.