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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiohead 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.