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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Organ,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.