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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.