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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.