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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.