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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Remains,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.