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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.