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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.