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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Index,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.