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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.