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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Quantec,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.