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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.