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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.