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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Faust,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.