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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.