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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.