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 Chile and from Houston.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.