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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.