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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.