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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.