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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.