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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.