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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.