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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.