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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.