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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.