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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.