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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.