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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.