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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.