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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.