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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.