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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.