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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.