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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.