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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.