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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.