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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Smog,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.