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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.