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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.