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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.