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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.