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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Germs to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.