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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.