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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.