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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.