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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.