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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.