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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Whodini,
PIL,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.