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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.