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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.