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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.