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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.