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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
UT,
June Days,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.