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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.