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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Jandek to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.