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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.