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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.