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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Television,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.