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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.