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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.