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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.