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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.