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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.