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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.