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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Franke,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.