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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.