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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.