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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.