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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Monks to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.