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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.