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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.