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 Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.