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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Victims to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Wire,
Television,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.