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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.