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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Visage,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.