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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.