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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.