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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.