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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
X-102,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.