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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.