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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Smog,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.