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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.