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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.