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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.