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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.