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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.