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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Thompson Twins 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.