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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.