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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.