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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.