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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.