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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.