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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.