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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.