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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.