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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.