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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.