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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.