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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Unwound,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.