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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.