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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.