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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.