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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.