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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.