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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.