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 France and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.