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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.