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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.