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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Audionom,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.