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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.