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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.