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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.