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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Cameo,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.