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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Can,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.