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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.