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 China and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Wire,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.