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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.