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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.