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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.