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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.