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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Gong,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.