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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
JFA,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.