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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Wire,
Nas,
MDC,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.