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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.