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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.