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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.