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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.