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 Japan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.