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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.