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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.