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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Scientists,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.