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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.