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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.