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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Nico,
Brick,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.