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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.