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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.