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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.