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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
JFA,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.