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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.