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 Georgia and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.