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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.