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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Evens,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.