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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.