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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.