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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.