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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.