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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.