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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.