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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.