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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.