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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.