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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.