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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.