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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.