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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.