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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Names,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.