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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.