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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 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 Cecil Taylor 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.