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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.