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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Swans,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.