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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.