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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.