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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.