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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.