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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Names,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.