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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.