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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.