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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.