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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.