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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.