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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.