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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.