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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.