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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.