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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.