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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.