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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.