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 Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Fela Kuti 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Cluster,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.