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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Can,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.