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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.