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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Pole,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.