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 London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Section 25,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.