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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.