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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.