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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.