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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Sparks,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Martian,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.