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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.