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 Congo 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.