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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The United States of America 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.