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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
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Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.