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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.