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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.