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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.