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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.