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 China and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Names,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.