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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.