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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.