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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.