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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.