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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.