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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Sparks,
CMW,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.