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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.