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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
MC5,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.