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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.