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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Golliwogs 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.