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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.