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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.