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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.