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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.