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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.