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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.