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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.