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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.