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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.