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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
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.