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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.