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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.