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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.