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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.