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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.