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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.