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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.