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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.