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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.