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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.