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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.