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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.