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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 CMW to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.