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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Television,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.