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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.