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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.