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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Slave,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.