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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.