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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.