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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.