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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.