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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Cluster to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.