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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.