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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 CMW 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.