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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.