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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.