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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Technova,
The Invisible,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Organ,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.