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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.