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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Ten City,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Motorama,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.