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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Neu!,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.