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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.