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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '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 Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Move,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.