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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.