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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.