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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.