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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.