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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
June Days,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.