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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Faust,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.