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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.