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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.