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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.