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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Visage,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.