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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.