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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.