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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.