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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.