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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.