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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.