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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.