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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.