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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.