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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.