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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.