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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.