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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.