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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.