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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
UT,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.