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 Bahamas 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.