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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.