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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.