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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.