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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.