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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Wire,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.