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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.