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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Make Up,
AZ,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.