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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Smog,
Can,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.