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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.