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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Ronan,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.