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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.