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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Franke,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.