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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.