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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.