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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.