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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.