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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.