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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.