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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.