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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Yellowson,
10cc,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.