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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Standells,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.