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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.