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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.