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 Brazil 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.