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 New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.