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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.