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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.