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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.