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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.