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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.