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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.