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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.