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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.