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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
CMW,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.