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 China and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.