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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.