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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.