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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.