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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mad Mike 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.