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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.