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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Roxette,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.