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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.