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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.