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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.