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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.