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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.