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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.