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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.