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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.