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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.