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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.