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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
AZ,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.