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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.