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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.