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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.