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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.