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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
PIL,
Television,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.