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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.