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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.