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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Can,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.