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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.