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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neu! to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Parry Music,
cv313,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.