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 Australia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.