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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.