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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.