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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Wings,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.