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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.