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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.