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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.