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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.