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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
X-102,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.