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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.