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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.