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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.