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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.