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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.