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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.