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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.