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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
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.