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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.