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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.