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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.