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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.