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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.