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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.