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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.