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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.