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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Rakim,
MDC,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.