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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.