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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Television,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.