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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.