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 France and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Echospace,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.