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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.