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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.