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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.