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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.