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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.