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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Fear,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.