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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.