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 Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.