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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.