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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.