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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.