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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.