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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.