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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.