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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.