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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.