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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
John Holt,
PIL,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Visage,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.