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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Move,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.