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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.